Luyện nghe bài hát We Up

I'm around the like a matador
I'm to the bullshit, it don't matter, boy
acquisitions, accumulations of wealth
Build the gods and double knowledge of self
Entrepreneur visions, Moulin religion
That pussy make a nigga break down
So you want, the cheese or the chicks'
You want the chicks but you want the
A bitch eat
I'm the epiphany you niggas ain't shit to me
Worse than the in the slum I'm from
I'm a southside nigga, I'm 'bout mine
You be that nigga coroners come and outline
You made of what I'm made of
You a bum nigga with a bum
Your shoes from Vegas
Counterfeit, fraudulent
What of rich nigga bitch look like that

You all know when we off the lot
Brake, hit the button, we pullin' down the top
on stuntin' and I'm pullin' out a knot
Strapped with the glock, pull it out a lot
But front, make it pop
don't do it how we do
Niggas ain't on the we on
new
Spikes on the Vuittons
We up, nigga!

Visualize everything I and dream (uh-huh)
Penalized every ho that have a scheme (what else?)
Guns in your video get you in a bing
Yeah, I kill a nigga quick, no worries, my clean
Murder one become manslaughter as soon as they up
work, parking tickets and no charges
Fuck nigga you over your father when he gave you a dick
have been a bitch in pajamas
I my first million fucking dollars
a Bible, oh yeah, God got me
Made my second million dollars, bought a chopper and a
I'm scared, this shit don't happen to
I'm on Instagram looking at favorite singer
Debating on I fuck her or jump on her single
20 thou, she got a of a adlib
I'm in her mouth I knew I could have kids, K-Dot

You all know when we off the lot
Brake, hit the button, then we down the top
on stuntin' and I'm pullin' out a knot
Strapped with the glock, pull it out a lot
But front, make it pop
don't do it how we do
Niggas on the shit we on
new
Spikes on the Louis
We up, nigga!

Good pussy for dinner, bomb for breakfast
Deep-colored VS around my neck bitch
It feels like a nigga
back, music bumpin', niggas leanin'
Bulls eye, what we came for
The bread, now a nigga run the boy
I should've sent the to report what's in the yard
Aloof livin', I came up so
No pain, no gain, it's in the brain
I'm in it for the grip, motherfuck the

You all know when we off the lot
Brake, hit the button, then we down the top
Shine's on and I'm pullin' out a knot
Strapped with the glock, won't it out a lot
But front, I'll it pop
Y'all do it how we do
ain't on the shit we on
new
Spikes on the Vuittons
We up, nigga!